| Gray light, new day leaks through the window
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| An old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
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| We walked the 40 blocks to the middle
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| Of the place we heard that everything would be And there were barricades to keep us off the street
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| But the crowd kept pushing forward
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| Till they swallowed the police
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| Yeah they went wild
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| Yeah they went wild
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| Yeah they went wild
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| Yeah they went wild
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| We left before the dust had time to settle
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| And all the broken glass swept off the avenue
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| And all the way home held your camera like a Bible
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| Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth
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| And I stood nervous next to you, in the dark room
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| You dropped the paper in my water
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| And it all begins to bloom
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| And just when I get so lonesome, I can’t speak
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| I see some flowers on a hillside
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| Like a wall of new TV’s
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild
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| Yeah they go wild |